Cheetah Alternate Ending

“I’m a big fan of cats. I’ve had them since I was a baby, and I’m going to have them until I die.”

Duece grimaced, moving away from her a little. “Okay…well, I didn’t know you could do that,

“Well, lass there’s a verra excellent reason ye canna call the conservation group, it may be hard to accept, but it’s indeed a fact. The leopard seal ye had the chance to view was what would be called a shifter. He is one of three males visiting this region, his mother is originally from Scotland before she married a male on holiday from South Africa.”

Gentle hands caressed my face, and I slowly opened my eyes. Hester Prynne's eyes were sparkled with crystal tears, and I moved to sit up and wipe them away, but she pushed me back down.

“Thank you, and you are one of the most important people in my whole life, and that’s why I asked you to do

let her head roll back and she looked upward through the rafters, her eyes fluttering to catch light

“Yes?” He turned to look at her, although he didn’t look directly at her, more at the creature she was holding.

A brief moment of surprise flickered across Sans' face, "So she looks like a goat?"

She started at her reflection in the mirror, just sitting still in silence. The area around her dark eyes were red and puffy, from the crying of course. At first, she might only spare a tear here or there. But as the date got closer it became harder for her to control her emotions. She wanted to be supportive, but

Tears flowing freely now, she kissed his forehead and moved quickly to the cave. She paused before entering. The song of evil and the enemy harmonized, but beneath it all was the ever-present sweet song of the glistening pearl.

“And how...but hullo! What are all these animals? A cat-two cats-dozens of cats. And all those dogs...why, I can 't count them. And the birds. And the horses.”

I’ve made it my mission that whatever I do, it would come from the heart because the greatest gifts comes from within. The winter of 2013, my mother and I gave our old coats to a homeless family sleeping inside a bank. Their bodies trembled on the cold tile floor as they tried to fall asleep. I remember it being midnight because there were no cars nor people on the streets of this cold winter night. They tried to make the best out of what they had which wasn't plenty. Feeling sorrow for the pain they’ve endured, my mother and I traveled back to our home and gathered items such as coats, socks, shoes, and blankets we no longer thought were useful to us. Supplying this family with the gift of warmth was the greatest gifts of all because it provided a cozy

“I don't know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not

A few minutes later we heard the backdoor open, then slam shut. We both looked over at the door nobody was there. We were puzzled. Jarred looked at me

I didn’t know what to say so I just nodded. I started to walk away, but I turned around and looked at him again. The wrinkles on his face, the smile on his mouth, the life in his eyes, a feeling I couldn’t describe came over me. I didn’t know if it was guilt, sadness, or sorrow, but I knew I had to do more than just give him money.